4 Am کے بول

4 a.m and im still here what is left after the room clears I feel im losing everything that i knew and if i should leave you alone the seasons change and i get blown to the ground 5 a.m and im still here what is left after the cheap beer flows through my veins after you leave and if i should leave you alone the seasons change and i get blown to the ground and when i call you on the phone i dream... about the parking lot at home we used to spend our days but now the torched the buildings and the corner stores away in our hearts there will always be a void and you know that